Touch Me Now

One

"And you're sure he's discreet?" Jimin asked for the hundredth time, gnawing at his thumb nail as he stared at the business card in his free hand.
Taehyung sighed and signalled to the waitress behind the counter for the cheque before turning back to his best friend.
"Yes, Minnie, he's discreet. But," he laid his large hand over his friend's small one, staring into his eyes worriedly. "Are you sure this is what you really want?"
"Tae, you know as well as I do that no man wants to date a twenty-four-year-old virgin."
"No," Tae insisted. "I don't know that at all. There is someone out there who's right for you, someone who isn't going to care whether or not you've taken a dick up the ask."
"Tae," Jimin snorted, his eyes crinkling as he doubled over with laughter, slapping his friend's hand.
A few people looked over at them as they sat in the otherwise quiet café, and Jimin forced himself to become quiet once again as he leaned forward, a smirk still playing around the corners of his lips.

"Look," he explained. "I know this isn't an ideal situation, but in case you didn't notice, Tae, I'm getting kind of desperate here. I don't want to spend the rest of my life alone just because I'm not experienced in bed."
"I'm not saying that," Tae insisted. "But to do something so intimate as lose your virginity with a literal stranger? You know I work for the same escort service, Minnie, why don't we -"
"Let me just stop you right there," Jimin said with a grin. "I know what you're getting at, and I appreciate it, I really do. But I'm not going to pay you to fuck me."
"I would never expect you to pay me for sex," Taehyung raised his voice, flicking his eyes over to the other people in the café before lowering his voice to its usual deep tone once more. "You're my best friend, you have to know I'd do anything for you."
"I know," Jimin said sincerely, dropping the business card to lay his hand over the one still covering his, sandwiching Tae's large hand between his own smaller ones. "I know you would, Tae, which is why you need to let me do this for myself. You know that I love you, you've been my best friend for years. But please, let me do this my way," he stared pleadingly into Tae's eyes, watching as the other male bit his lip with a slight frown, before glancing around the café with a deep sigh.

"Alright," Tae agreed, still not looking at him. "I'll let you do this your way."
"Thank you," Jimin cheered quietly, unable to stop the grin that spread across his face.
"But," Tae cautioned, his voice serious. "If he does anything, you're not comfortable with, you call me straight away, got it? I don't care what time it is, you call me, and I'll come and get you. Deal?"
"Deal," Jimin replied happily, letting go of Tae's hands to grab the business card off the table, hurrying to send the number a text.

Jimin:
Hi, my name is Park Jimin.
Taehyung suggested I contact you about your services.
Yoongi:
Thank you for your message, Mr Park. I would be happy
to meet with you to discuss your needs.
My earliest availability is tomorrow at six pm. Does this suit you?
Warm Regards,
Min Yoongi.
Jimin:
Tomorrow at six would be great
Yoongi:
Excellent. I shall text you through the details presently.

"It's done," Jimin said with a sigh, dropping his phone back on the table with a small, tight smile. He couldn't explain it, but he suddenly felt incredibly nervous. What if he wasn't what this Min Yoongi expected? What if he was so ugly that Yoongi couldn't even get it up?
"Stop it," Tae scolded, slapping Jimin's hand lightly, causing him to yelp.
"What?" Jimin gasped. "What did I do?"
"You're fucking hot, there's no question he'll be able to get it up for you."
"I... oh..." Jimin flushed a dull shade of red as he realised he'd spoken out loud.
"Listen to me," Tae said, taking Jimin's hand in his own. "I'm not going to lie to you and say it'll be the most romantic moment of your life, because it's not. At the end of the day, it's a business transaction, nothing more. You're paying this guy to take your virginity."
"I know that," Jimin sniffed, his nose slightly up in the air so he could look down at Taehyung. "What's your point?"
"Baby, please know that I love you, and I mean this with all due respect, but you get attached far too easily."
"I do not," Jimin huffed, pulling his hand away and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yes, you do," Tae patiently explained. "I just don't want to see you getting hurt, alright?"
"Ugh, fine," Jimin said, slumping forward to rest his arms on the table, his head on his arms. "Don't get feelings for the hooker. Got it."
"Hey," Tae laughed. "I did offer to fuck you, but, you know," he shrugged. "You're a stubborn little bitch."
"I'm not stubborn," Jimin shook his head stubbornly before smiling in amusement. "I just want to make sure my first time is actually good."
"Oh?" Tae scoffed loudly, sitting back against his chair and crossing his arms, raising an eyebrow at his best friend. "And here I thought we were friends."
"We are, you idiot," Jimin laughed, pulling his wallet from his pocket and dropping some bills on the table. "That's exactly why I won't let you fuck me."
"Alright, alright, I get it," Tae laughed, holding his palms up in surrender as they both stood up from the table and shrugged on their jackets.
It was a cooler day, the heavy rain slowing to a drizzle, and the warm café had seemed like the best place to meet for their daily bitch fest about Tae's job and Jimin's dance classes.